My mess (opotamus--opatamia)

The rain sets its ears down. Think little for the sound.

I've been better

off in bed

today. Like this container? the man selling

containers asked. No one listed.

The rain set its hair up. Look hard for the shoulder there.

The date for tomorrow is a lucky one, the 7th. Some bets to carry

off to the corner

and turn

on. Copy the signs and send them

uptown, send them singing.

All the paper scraps accordioned here. All them rejoicing.